But, if Chick-fil-A…?

Yesterday was a cardboard envelope full of waffle-fried good news for us Michiganders. Chick-fil-A plans to open 20 more locations within the next 5 years, all lovingly held within the mitteny border and upper tildae of this fine state. This proved to be big local news as my facebook feed had more shares of an MLive article than I’ve seen shared in a long time. Even bigger news than Jim Harbaugh my Ohio State friends ask? Yes. Seeing so much e-slobbering over a restaurant that doesn’t even sell beef tells me that I have the right friends in my social media network. I figured I’d join in. The sauce. The uncanny customer service. The chicken. The convenience of it all — not having to go to Chick-fil-A while on Va-Ca-tion seemed pretty fantastic to me.

But then I pondered.

With a Chick-fil-A in my own backyard (pending the zoning approval) what would I have to look forward to when visiting other states? What tales would I fill my children’s heads with, coaching them to expect a miracle when they finally experience it for themselves? Would I even want to drive to South Bend anymore?

I am all for Chick-fil-A bringing it to Michigan, yes I am. There will, however, be a void. Could this void be filled by Waffle House? Or Fatz Cafe? I don’t know. But who by worrying can add a single waffle fry to the bottom of the bag (The Message)? This is my problem, Chick-fil-A. Nothing good is ever easy.

I say even so, Chick-fil-A, quickly come. You already have a few restaurants in Michigan, and we’re all pretty hungry for more. I speak for myself and my many friends. On Facebook, at least.